Fable Robe Novels & Stories

He gestured and I quickly turned to the wind-down window. “You got to be kidding me!” The palace female Omegas had just rolled out a red carpet, graced with rose petals. At the end of it, two others held an elegant 'robe', which had embroideries at its front, so skillfully made. I knew that robe although this one's a lot sophisticated and made for royalty, I do know it. Everyone from this pack would identify this robe with just a glance. “That's a fucking wedding robe!” I lamented. This shit is real. I'm getting married.

Today Yibel looked particularly smart in a brand new ceremonial robe. Apprentice magicians all wear brown robes, and the mages' ceremonial robes are blue, symbolising pure magical energy. Below the fourth rank, only the cuffs are patterned; the fifth to ninth ranks have patterns on the garments, and the tenth to fourteenth ranks have embedded magical patterns. From the fifteenth rank, they can wear whatever style they like, and no one can control the Masters.

"Hmm, as you think. This is a phoenix cloak." "I feel..." Why, does she not want to wear this robe? "I can't wear that cloak of pride." And with an innocent expression she shook her head. "Why? Do you want me to put this robe on you?" my offer made Aphrodite fall backwards. "I'll use it myself. Even if I don't know how to use it, I'll ask Robert and the others." She took the Phoenix gown and robe from my hand, then she wanted to walk away.

“Give it a minute.” She was right. My whole torso, chest, and upper shoulder area was now armoured. No blade would be able to pass through this. It felt like a mixture of chainmail and sheet metal, carefully formed and sewn into every dress panel. “Raphael’s idea,” Robyn announced proudly. “It’s so clever!” I gasp admiring the handiwork. “You guys look happy by the way,” I venture, before breathing through the pain of Robyn lacing up my death-defying reinforced clothing.

I ruffled my hair backwards, facing the ground as I monitored how the water escape out of the tub. Whatever she is, I must find away to break down all her ego and make her bow down to me. I will make sure I look down on her as nothing but a low and meek degraded Omega. I turned off the shower and grabbed the towel from the handle before I wrapped it around my waist. I strode out of the bathroom and went to my wardrobe. I opened it, running my hands through my clothe in search of my red royal robe till I had found it. I pulled it out and brought out my short pant along with it. I wore my pant before I searched out for a vshirt and wore. I finally wore my robe along with my long pant.

There was a strong water property protection inside. This robe was called the Blue Water Robe. In a battle, it could withstand a ninth level Spirit level expert's full strength attack! That was a ninth level Spirit attack! This thing could withstand a single attack! One could imagine just how astonishing the power of the runes on it was. However, this long robe was a bit useless, because the power of the runes on it could only be used five times. When they were used up, it would become a useless tattered long robe.

Manuel appeared from one of the passages on the walls. He was wearing a luxurious green battle robe that coordinated perfectly with his long brown hair. He wielded a long sword with a golden inscribed handle of the same color of the embroidery of his dress. 'Did he buy that robe only for this match? It doesn't seem like he has ever used it.' Sara inwardly shook her head, she couldn't really understand the mental processes of nobles. She was only wearing tight red pants, showing her curved body and covering up her bust.

I dug in and it was heaven. My ceremonial robe arrived an hour later and I gasped at how beautiful it was even if it was made on short notice. It was white with the kingdom's sigil in the middle, but it had flowers around it. It was made out of silk and it felt good to the skin. They used gold thread so it was visible and it added to the design. I was relieved they didn't make me wear a dress because that would be just absurd.

The opening line of Déjà Vu hangs in the air. I feel goose bumps rise on my arms as the pillar of light widens, spreads, and one by one, each of the boys is revealed. Felix stands dead centre in front of a mic, dressed all in black, with a dark velvet top hat and eyeliner to complete the look. On any other person, in any other setting, it would look totally ridiculous, but in the fantasy setting of a Fable show, it just works. Bathed in cold white light, he looks every bit the sardonic dark-hearted rock god he's publicized as. Pity he's just as evil in real life.

I might take the robe, perhaps borrow it until I have time to send it back. Before I could move, I saw him dive underwater. The moment he disappeared under the surface, I turned straight to the rock. I didn't wait any longer. I grabbed the robe, discarded my shabby rags, and threw the robe across my naked body. As soon as it fell into my hands, I ran my fingers over it. It felt insanely soft. The crimson robe was as smooth as silk and as airy as cotton, and had little embroidered seams stitched over it. The cloth was slightly gleaming. What a nice robe, and it fitted me well. It was as though a gift from heaven.